I love to cook and prior to this past quarter I would make dinner once a week or so. I hadn't made dinner in a while, so figured I would tonight.
I had a lot of choices- chicken, top sirloin, hamburger were the meats I could deal with. I chose chicken. I wanted something quick, so I decided on baked chicken. It was good and had a lot of flavor. I used a flour coating with paprika, pepper, Lawry's seasoning sauce, and salt. I also opted to make rice with a can of cream of chicken soup stirred in as opposed to the must-have with chicken. That must have is mashed potatoes. The chicken was great and the flavor could be found throughout the chicken, not just on the skin. I also made corn.
No, my intent was not to make you salivate, but with that description, I don't know how I could have avoided that. My point is one of two things- I made something we don't usually have (the rice and the GOOD chicken). Second, my sister got mad and became defensive when I criticized my dad's chicken for lacking flavor. Third, she complained even before she tried anything I made how she will hate it. And she must have; she may have taken a bite out of the chicken and ate almost no rice, which is because I poured the soup in it. The chicken wasn't much different than usual, other than it had much needed spices. My sister also complained that the corn tasted like water. I put it in the microwave for 6 minutes with salt and butter like my dad does. I can't judge, but I can assume it turned out alright since nobody else had any complaints. It hurts that my sister put me and my cooking down like that.
I plan to do a lot more cooking in the near future; and a lot of it I don't plan on my sister liking.
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Sunday, January 13, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
On drinking
I turn 21 tomorrow, so I'll be able to drink. Will I? That remains to be seen... haha... I'll let you guess whether or not I will.
Anyways, tonight we had my birthday dinner since I chose a real expensive Spanish restaurant to go out to and their paella was the special tonight. For dessert I ordered an apple tart basically. It was cooked in rum and brandy. Most of the desserts were made in some sort of alcohol. The sundae sauce was made out of sangria if that is an indication. The flan was made out of a caramel and brandy sauce. The apple tart was DELICIOUS. It was the perfect amount of caramel and apple. The sauce was really light. As we're sitting there looking at the dessert menu, my sister comments everything is going to be made out of alcohol and now my mom, dad, and I would be drunk and Steph was sitting there priding herself in remaining alcohol free and sober. My mom explained to her that the alcohol was simply for flavoring and is burnt off in the cooking. Sis didn't buy it. So I sat there enjoying my delicious alcoholic dessert and rubbing it in her face. It was awesome.
As we're going out to the car sis throws a fit (whining, complaining, and near tears) saying how she doesn't want to drive with a drunk. Everyone reassures her, but she still throws a fit. I was able to stay in the lines on the road coming home, and even managed to drive on the freeway, so I don't think I was that intoxicated.
Sis is so anti-drinking in general. I'm going to the casino with my mom tomorrow and one of the reasons my sister won't go is because people drink there.
When we go to a restaurant, especially TGI Fridays where alcohol is served, they have a huge bar, and an extensive drink menu placed on every table she throws a fit. She asks why people drink, says how disgusting it is, and says how she wants to be like Carrie Nation and go in and bust all the beer bottles and everything. THIS HAPPENS EVERYTIME WE GO SOMEWHERE LIKE THIS. It gets old.
I tell her to just tolerate people drinking, you don't have to hang around them, it is their personal choice, it is relaxing for some, and just stay away if you disagree; nobody said you have to be there at the bar with them.
My mom bought a couple cans of beer recently for beer battered shrimp, beer biscuits, and things of that sort. My sister nearly had a heart attack and went off about how people shouldn't drink and still, to this day complains the cans of beer are sitting there in the refrigerator.
It really is annoying after since she says the same thing over and over. I hate people who drink. Drinking is yucky. Who knows where she got this stance. I am not worried. If people choose to drink, that is their choice.
Anyways, tonight we had my birthday dinner since I chose a real expensive Spanish restaurant to go out to and their paella was the special tonight. For dessert I ordered an apple tart basically. It was cooked in rum and brandy. Most of the desserts were made in some sort of alcohol. The sundae sauce was made out of sangria if that is an indication. The flan was made out of a caramel and brandy sauce. The apple tart was DELICIOUS. It was the perfect amount of caramel and apple. The sauce was really light. As we're sitting there looking at the dessert menu, my sister comments everything is going to be made out of alcohol and now my mom, dad, and I would be drunk and Steph was sitting there priding herself in remaining alcohol free and sober. My mom explained to her that the alcohol was simply for flavoring and is burnt off in the cooking. Sis didn't buy it. So I sat there enjoying my delicious alcoholic dessert and rubbing it in her face. It was awesome.
As we're going out to the car sis throws a fit (whining, complaining, and near tears) saying how she doesn't want to drive with a drunk. Everyone reassures her, but she still throws a fit. I was able to stay in the lines on the road coming home, and even managed to drive on the freeway, so I don't think I was that intoxicated.
Sis is so anti-drinking in general. I'm going to the casino with my mom tomorrow and one of the reasons my sister won't go is because people drink there.
When we go to a restaurant, especially TGI Fridays where alcohol is served, they have a huge bar, and an extensive drink menu placed on every table she throws a fit. She asks why people drink, says how disgusting it is, and says how she wants to be like Carrie Nation and go in and bust all the beer bottles and everything. THIS HAPPENS EVERYTIME WE GO SOMEWHERE LIKE THIS. It gets old.
I tell her to just tolerate people drinking, you don't have to hang around them, it is their personal choice, it is relaxing for some, and just stay away if you disagree; nobody said you have to be there at the bar with them.
My mom bought a couple cans of beer recently for beer battered shrimp, beer biscuits, and things of that sort. My sister nearly had a heart attack and went off about how people shouldn't drink and still, to this day complains the cans of beer are sitting there in the refrigerator.
It really is annoying after since she says the same thing over and over. I hate people who drink. Drinking is yucky. Who knows where she got this stance. I am not worried. If people choose to drink, that is their choice.
I actually think we need alcohol because it can make anybody pretty, it can make white people dance, and lots of other fun stuff.
Writing this whole post has really worked me up. I need a drink to loosen up, I think.
Here's to me turning 21!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Crybaby at dinner
We went to Knotts Berry Farm on Saturday. That is my favorite amusement park. After Knotts we went to dinner at Pollys, a restaurant my mom went to with her friend Linda that they liked. It was a little family restaurant/bakery. My sister annoyed me so many ways at the restaurant.
First, I noticed as I have before she doesn't talk loud enough for any waiter or waitress to hear her. She also can't look them in the eye- she tilts her head down- and this is not the first time, this is everytime. She also says "I guess I'll have," which is really annoying in my mind- shouldn't you "know" what you want? It is not as if my sister does not know etiquette- my mom is a home ec teacher and taught her!
Anyways, the waitress told my sister that they were out of chicken strips. My sister looked down like she was going to cry. The lady asked if she wanted to see a menu. My sister said yes and then complained to my mom, dad, and I that she was hungry and only likes chicken strips.
My sister eats so little- her list of doesn't likes is much longer than her list of likes. What does she like? Tomato soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken strips, fried chicken, French dip, mashed potatoes, and a few other things. She doesn't like any breakfast food, Mexican food, steak, baked potatoes, anything with hamburger, hot dogs, eggs, and the list goes on. It is such a mess going out to eat with her.
My mom said she was really sorry, but there was nothing that could be done, so she better find something else. My sister then proceeded to cry and whine about how she only likes chicken and she didn't want to come to this restaurant, and so on. My mom told her to get up, go to the bathroom, and come back when she has settled down. My sister came back and ordered the roasted turkey. It came with gravy. My sister told the waitress as she sat the food down that she didn't want the gravy. The waitress took it back and brought my sister some without gravy. Then Steph threw another fit when there was stuffing on the plate. Steph complained she didn't like the fries. She did eat her apple sauce. I was just appauled at her. I'm glad my mom didn't put up with her. I am glad that my sister did have to try something else and did eat the turkey after my mom said we weren't leaving until she did. It was just so embarrassing and unneessary. Grow up!
Today my sister made me mad again because she is clueless on how to take a call. She calls me sometimes when I'm at school or work over little things. The other day someone called about a free estimate on windows. My sister called me to tell me that. I said ok- that's nice- did you really need to call me for this? Why is this important? She said I don't know, they called. Today Dell called about my computer. She left a message that said "sent 12-13, call extension 5337393." No phone number to call- just an extension. That was all she wrote down and that's supposed to tell me everything. Then she called me and told me that like I was supposed to write down all this stuff right there, but when she didn't write everything down completely, how was I supposed to know.
First, I noticed as I have before she doesn't talk loud enough for any waiter or waitress to hear her. She also can't look them in the eye- she tilts her head down- and this is not the first time, this is everytime. She also says "I guess I'll have," which is really annoying in my mind- shouldn't you "know" what you want? It is not as if my sister does not know etiquette- my mom is a home ec teacher and taught her!
Anyways, the waitress told my sister that they were out of chicken strips. My sister looked down like she was going to cry. The lady asked if she wanted to see a menu. My sister said yes and then complained to my mom, dad, and I that she was hungry and only likes chicken strips.
My sister eats so little- her list of doesn't likes is much longer than her list of likes. What does she like? Tomato soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken strips, fried chicken, French dip, mashed potatoes, and a few other things. She doesn't like any breakfast food, Mexican food, steak, baked potatoes, anything with hamburger, hot dogs, eggs, and the list goes on. It is such a mess going out to eat with her.
My mom said she was really sorry, but there was nothing that could be done, so she better find something else. My sister then proceeded to cry and whine about how she only likes chicken and she didn't want to come to this restaurant, and so on. My mom told her to get up, go to the bathroom, and come back when she has settled down. My sister came back and ordered the roasted turkey. It came with gravy. My sister told the waitress as she sat the food down that she didn't want the gravy. The waitress took it back and brought my sister some without gravy. Then Steph threw another fit when there was stuffing on the plate. Steph complained she didn't like the fries. She did eat her apple sauce. I was just appauled at her. I'm glad my mom didn't put up with her. I am glad that my sister did have to try something else and did eat the turkey after my mom said we weren't leaving until she did. It was just so embarrassing and unneessary. Grow up!
Today my sister made me mad again because she is clueless on how to take a call. She calls me sometimes when I'm at school or work over little things. The other day someone called about a free estimate on windows. My sister called me to tell me that. I said ok- that's nice- did you really need to call me for this? Why is this important? She said I don't know, they called. Today Dell called about my computer. She left a message that said "sent 12-13, call extension 5337393." No phone number to call- just an extension. That was all she wrote down and that's supposed to tell me everything. Then she called me and told me that like I was supposed to write down all this stuff right there, but when she didn't write everything down completely, how was I supposed to know.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
100 things about me
1. it takes me at least an hour to fall asleep each night- my mind wanders
2. when i turn off the car, the radio has to be on #1 or 5 on fm1
3. i like green ink pens a lot
4. i have only had 1 chicken pot pie in my life- my aunt in nor cal fed me one
5. i have to have cheese on a hamburger
6. i love cars
7. it takes me 30 minutes or so to brush my teeth- i kill 2 birds with 1 stone by channel surfing at the same time
8. i might have a slight shoe fetish... don't ask how many pairs of shoes i own... i now have no problem splurging money for brand name shoes
9. i sing in the car regardless whether or not i am alone
10. if i drive, i sing
11. i am becoming better at speaking my mind and telling people what i really think
12. i am becoming slightly attached to my cell phone- not by choice
13. i like country, pop, rock, rap, and just about everything else
14. i like to argue about pointless issues
15. intelligent conversations are good too
16. i don't text message
17. i can't stand to do nothing- i feel so unproductive
18. i am told i am a big flirt
19. i make everyday an adventure
20. i hate going to the gas station and bank
21. i hate that my employer does not have direct deposit
22. i don't like tv dinners
23. i like to cook
24. i should eat more fruit
25. i am convinced laziness is a disease
26. i am not sure i could function without my computer
27. i will go the extra mile for any friend or family
28. i don't let people take advantage of me
29. i have a hard time forgiving
30. i hate when people don't listen to my ideas
31. i am good at keeping secrets... i have a few of my own... haha
32. i want to go into journalism or education
33. i hate the new york yankees
34. i hate bad punctuation and grammar (i apologize for lower case, but my caps lock is broken- thanks dell)
35. i will never buy a dell computer again.
36. i love long walks outside in the dark through the neighborhood
37. i don't think i'm good at making out
38. cat eye glasses are very sexy on a woman
39. i have a good memory
40. dr.pepper is my beverage of choice
41. i like to travel
42. i want to go to vegas for my 21st birthday
43. i am a worrier
44. i don't like britney spears- period. never have. never will. she is not hot. christina aguleria is much better and less trashy
45. i love browns and blues
46. i have thought about getting my pilot's license
47. i like to talk, but hate my voice
48. i can't see myself for being stuck in 1 job my entire life- i want to be a journalist, flight attendant, teacher, traffic reporter both airborne and in studio
49. i don't like to wear shorts
50. i wear socks and slippers to bed
51. i sleep like a flamingo with 1 leg down and the other leg brought up into my chest
52. i could never sleep on my stomach... can you say painful?
53. i am constantly told i have a big attitude at work, you know what? i do. deal.
54. i have been told i am very photogenic
55. i hate my eyebrows
56. i like to take pictures
57. i tend to analyze every situation- it comes with being a worrier
58. quiero ser bilingue en espanol
59. i don't trust people easily
60. those who i do trust know everything about me (and i mean everything)
61. i am a very random guy
62. i want to visit the pyramids in egypt and the mayan ruins
63. i want to go to mexico y espana
64. i watch the news for at least 2 hours a day
65. i have a lot to say, but am scared at times
66. i have a size 13 foot
67. in elementary school in 3rd and 4th grade, there was a time when i went through a shoe size a month
68. my grandma called me babe as a kid
69. i still respond to that
70. i hate my first name
71. i hate my voice
72. i am constantly worrying and obsessing over money- even though i have enough
73. i like to save my money for big, extravagant things
74. i'd have done a lot of things different
75. i could live in my car- i have lots of munchies like cheez-its, granola bars, dehydrated pineapple, a dozen or so water bottles, lots of jackets in my trunk, a blanket, dental floss, pens, pencils, and paper
76. i am obsessive when it comes to flossing my teeth
77. vacuuming is the one chore i hate- i think the dust makes my hand itch, but also having to go over the same area over and over is not fun
78. i tend to bottle up my emotions and hide them from the world
79. i love retro furniture
80. i love retro clothing from the 50s, 60s, and 70s also
81. sometimes i freeze up on tests
82. i wish i had more close friends
83. i hate my big toe
84. i love sweets and junk food... cookies are my favorite (homemade of course!)
85. i beg your pardon, i never promised you a rose garden
86. i love steak and potatoes- fruits and vegetables... what are those?
87. i drive at least 300 miles a week
88. i call idiot drivers "poopoo heads" among other names
89. i try to limit my candy intake
90. i am a good listener
91. i have only been carded once
92. i think my sister is really annoying
93. i think i'm pretty close to perfect... haha
94. i have worn retainers for the past 6 years
95. i always try to step on cracks when i walk on pavement ---- yes, even though grandma told me it would break my mother's back. it hasn't yet
96. i hate going to the gym, but go to feel like i've done something
97. i have done a lot of things i won't admit... only my closest friends know
98. i own an ipod, but i really don't use my ipod- i love the radio. i love the dj's, the variety, and traffic reports... nerdy, i know
99. i like the ktla morning show... with the exception of jessica holmes
100. i love onions- it is good on burgers, in chili, sandwiches, on animal style fries at in-n-out
2. when i turn off the car, the radio has to be on #1 or 5 on fm1
3. i like green ink pens a lot
4. i have only had 1 chicken pot pie in my life- my aunt in nor cal fed me one
5. i have to have cheese on a hamburger
6. i love cars
7. it takes me 30 minutes or so to brush my teeth- i kill 2 birds with 1 stone by channel surfing at the same time
8. i might have a slight shoe fetish... don't ask how many pairs of shoes i own... i now have no problem splurging money for brand name shoes
9. i sing in the car regardless whether or not i am alone
10. if i drive, i sing
11. i am becoming better at speaking my mind and telling people what i really think
12. i am becoming slightly attached to my cell phone- not by choice
13. i like country, pop, rock, rap, and just about everything else
14. i like to argue about pointless issues
15. intelligent conversations are good too
16. i don't text message
17. i can't stand to do nothing- i feel so unproductive
18. i am told i am a big flirt
19. i make everyday an adventure
20. i hate going to the gas station and bank
21. i hate that my employer does not have direct deposit
22. i don't like tv dinners
23. i like to cook
24. i should eat more fruit
25. i am convinced laziness is a disease
26. i am not sure i could function without my computer
27. i will go the extra mile for any friend or family
28. i don't let people take advantage of me
29. i have a hard time forgiving
30. i hate when people don't listen to my ideas
31. i am good at keeping secrets... i have a few of my own... haha
32. i want to go into journalism or education
33. i hate the new york yankees
34. i hate bad punctuation and grammar (i apologize for lower case, but my caps lock is broken- thanks dell)
35. i will never buy a dell computer again.
36. i love long walks outside in the dark through the neighborhood
37. i don't think i'm good at making out
38. cat eye glasses are very sexy on a woman
39. i have a good memory
40. dr.pepper is my beverage of choice
41. i like to travel
42. i want to go to vegas for my 21st birthday
43. i am a worrier
44. i don't like britney spears- period. never have. never will. she is not hot. christina aguleria is much better and less trashy
45. i love browns and blues
46. i have thought about getting my pilot's license
47. i like to talk, but hate my voice
48. i can't see myself for being stuck in 1 job my entire life- i want to be a journalist, flight attendant, teacher, traffic reporter both airborne and in studio
49. i don't like to wear shorts
50. i wear socks and slippers to bed
51. i sleep like a flamingo with 1 leg down and the other leg brought up into my chest
52. i could never sleep on my stomach... can you say painful?
53. i am constantly told i have a big attitude at work, you know what? i do. deal.
54. i have been told i am very photogenic
55. i hate my eyebrows
56. i like to take pictures
57. i tend to analyze every situation- it comes with being a worrier
58. quiero ser bilingue en espanol
59. i don't trust people easily
60. those who i do trust know everything about me (and i mean everything)
61. i am a very random guy
62. i want to visit the pyramids in egypt and the mayan ruins
63. i want to go to mexico y espana
64. i watch the news for at least 2 hours a day
65. i have a lot to say, but am scared at times
66. i have a size 13 foot
67. in elementary school in 3rd and 4th grade, there was a time when i went through a shoe size a month
68. my grandma called me babe as a kid
69. i still respond to that
70. i hate my first name
71. i hate my voice
72. i am constantly worrying and obsessing over money- even though i have enough
73. i like to save my money for big, extravagant things
74. i'd have done a lot of things different
75. i could live in my car- i have lots of munchies like cheez-its, granola bars, dehydrated pineapple, a dozen or so water bottles, lots of jackets in my trunk, a blanket, dental floss, pens, pencils, and paper
76. i am obsessive when it comes to flossing my teeth
77. vacuuming is the one chore i hate- i think the dust makes my hand itch, but also having to go over the same area over and over is not fun
78. i tend to bottle up my emotions and hide them from the world
79. i love retro furniture
80. i love retro clothing from the 50s, 60s, and 70s also
81. sometimes i freeze up on tests
82. i wish i had more close friends
83. i hate my big toe
84. i love sweets and junk food... cookies are my favorite (homemade of course!)
85. i beg your pardon, i never promised you a rose garden
86. i love steak and potatoes- fruits and vegetables... what are those?
87. i drive at least 300 miles a week
88. i call idiot drivers "poopoo heads" among other names
89. i try to limit my candy intake
90. i am a good listener
91. i have only been carded once
92. i think my sister is really annoying
93. i think i'm pretty close to perfect... haha
94. i have worn retainers for the past 6 years
95. i always try to step on cracks when i walk on pavement ---- yes, even though grandma told me it would break my mother's back. it hasn't yet
96. i hate going to the gym, but go to feel like i've done something
97. i have done a lot of things i won't admit... only my closest friends know
98. i own an ipod, but i really don't use my ipod- i love the radio. i love the dj's, the variety, and traffic reports... nerdy, i know
99. i like the ktla morning show... with the exception of jessica holmes
100. i love onions- it is good on burgers, in chili, sandwiches, on animal style fries at in-n-out
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Gee, I'm here... that makes me feel good
Been home sick all day. Sis home too. Dad has called twice asking how I was feeling. Sis picked up the phone both times. First time she picked up the phone and said "I don't know where brother is" and proceeded to go into the front room and tell my dad I wasn't home. My dad went in a panic and my sister said my "car is still here, but I'm not." Gee woman, are you really that dumb? Really? Yes. You are. Let's see, if I'm not feeling good, where might I be... laying down maybe... in my bedroom...?
Second time my dad called he was on his way home and asked how I felt. My sister told my dad that she doesn't know because I was lazy, laid around all day and didn't talk to her. My dad asked how I felt and she said she didn't care- I wasn't home. She walked in my room and didn't see me, walked into the living room, saw me sprawled out on one of the couches in clear view of her, then tells my dad my car is there, but I'm not. I didn't bother saying anything. In my mind I'm just thinking how stupid she is, but how rude she was. I can't believe the pest.
Second time my dad called he was on his way home and asked how I felt. My sister told my dad that she doesn't know because I was lazy, laid around all day and didn't talk to her. My dad asked how I felt and she said she didn't care- I wasn't home. She walked in my room and didn't see me, walked into the living room, saw me sprawled out on one of the couches in clear view of her, then tells my dad my car is there, but I'm not. I didn't bother saying anything. In my mind I'm just thinking how stupid she is, but how rude she was. I can't believe the pest.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
A lack of respect/Simplistic conversations
I have been sick with tonsillitis and have spent the past several days in bed. Caught up on sleep? I think so. Last night, I felt terrible when I was coming back from the doctor. I had not eaten in over 7 hours and wanted rice with a can of cream of chicken soup stirred in. I was very dehydrated in addition; thankfully the doctor didn't insist on injecting an IV into me for that. I called my sister at home and the conversation went a little something like this:
Sis: Bobey (a variation of dumb according to her)
Me: Hi- I'm starving. Can you have mom make me white rice with a can of cream of chicken soup?
Sis: Congratulations.
Me: No- I haven't eaten or drank anything in hours. I'm starving
Sis: Felicidades. Aaaaaaaaw my little pato bobo (in Spanish it translates to dumb duck) is hungry.
Me: I hope this means it'll be ready by the time I get home.
First, all of the sarcasm ticks me off. I can be quite sarcastic myself, but I have made several attempts to be as nice as I can to my sister and cut the sarcasm. This means me not calling her names, yet she still insists on calling me all of these pet names I hate. Usually I would tolerate her calling me these names because it has gone on for years, but is it necessary? She is 18 now. Does she still have to talk like she is 2 or 3 years old? Whenever I call her or she calls me she answers the phone with one of these cutesy names. I have already told her I'm not going to call her names in an effort to be civil toward her. She still persists. Next time though, when she calls me I plan to rat her out right there on the phone. Hopefully she is in a public place and I can embarrass her enough. I plan to yell into the phone telling her how I hate that she acts so immature and calls me all of these pet names. I'm not her boyfriend and I'd hope she'd have better names for her "Imaginary Boytoy." Ask me about Imaginary Boytoy- that's another story for another time.
Story #2
The other night we had dinner out together as a family. Sister has such limited interests and often can't contribute to meaningful conversations at the dinner table. The other night she brought up a conversation we've had many times before. "Dad, do you think Obama or Hilary will win?" My dad went and laid everything out on the table giving his explanation of neither. Then after about a minute, my sister got upset and bored at what my dad said because my dad brought in some Republican candidates who are doing pretty well in the polls right now. My sister either didn't want to hear it, or she couldn't contribute to the conversation, so she said, "why don't we just vote for JFK? He'd definitely win." Now, maybe this just ticked me off because she couldn't handle the realities of what my dad was saying... or here is my theory (honestly, because I don't think my sister is as well versed in politics as I am or my dad, for that matter). Anyways, it just bugged me since we went from what could be an intelligible conversation to something that was so unrealistic and out of the question.
I would have gladly contributed to the conversation and presented what I think Clinton and Obama has working for and against them. I would have also, like my dad did brought in. It would have made my sister mad. I would have brought up some things in Obama's past that could have an effect on him like he admitted in high school experimenting with drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. Up until the start of his campaign for president he smoked, but now is kicking the habit. I would have brought up that some people like that Clinton is a woman, but many others dislike that fact and went into the reasons... My candidate of choice from the Republican side I would have brought up is Romney because my sister detests him.
I know not to talk about politics with my sister- not that I'll become upset. I can see both sides of an issue. I think it is best to face realities- it is possible the next president may be a Republican. I do however, when I am with my sister and she brings up politics put on KFI AM 640, more stimulating talk radio. They're a very extreme conservative talk station. 95% of the time I disagree with their views, but I don't mind hearing the other side of things and why these (idiots) feel the way they do. But also, when I do talk politics with her I present myself as Conservative as possible and always explain why I feel that way (even if I don't) but I try to present the other perspective. I have told her already that I endorse Romney for president (if you really want to know who I'm supporting, ask me), but I try to play the other side of the fence. I said he is a good, religious guy, I've talked about how he is good with economic issues because he was able to make the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake profitable, which is a good thing. All my sister can say is he doesn't have a true religion, and sometimes religion is bad. All George Bush does is pray.
Sis: Bobey (a variation of dumb according to her)
Me: Hi- I'm starving. Can you have mom make me white rice with a can of cream of chicken soup?
Sis: Congratulations.
Me: No- I haven't eaten or drank anything in hours. I'm starving
Sis: Felicidades. Aaaaaaaaw my little pato bobo (in Spanish it translates to dumb duck) is hungry.
Me: I hope this means it'll be ready by the time I get home.
First, all of the sarcasm ticks me off. I can be quite sarcastic myself, but I have made several attempts to be as nice as I can to my sister and cut the sarcasm. This means me not calling her names, yet she still insists on calling me all of these pet names I hate. Usually I would tolerate her calling me these names because it has gone on for years, but is it necessary? She is 18 now. Does she still have to talk like she is 2 or 3 years old? Whenever I call her or she calls me she answers the phone with one of these cutesy names. I have already told her I'm not going to call her names in an effort to be civil toward her. She still persists. Next time though, when she calls me I plan to rat her out right there on the phone. Hopefully she is in a public place and I can embarrass her enough. I plan to yell into the phone telling her how I hate that she acts so immature and calls me all of these pet names. I'm not her boyfriend and I'd hope she'd have better names for her "Imaginary Boytoy." Ask me about Imaginary Boytoy- that's another story for another time.
Story #2
The other night we had dinner out together as a family. Sister has such limited interests and often can't contribute to meaningful conversations at the dinner table. The other night she brought up a conversation we've had many times before. "Dad, do you think Obama or Hilary will win?" My dad went and laid everything out on the table giving his explanation of neither. Then after about a minute, my sister got upset and bored at what my dad said because my dad brought in some Republican candidates who are doing pretty well in the polls right now. My sister either didn't want to hear it, or she couldn't contribute to the conversation, so she said, "why don't we just vote for JFK? He'd definitely win." Now, maybe this just ticked me off because she couldn't handle the realities of what my dad was saying... or here is my theory (honestly, because I don't think my sister is as well versed in politics as I am or my dad, for that matter). Anyways, it just bugged me since we went from what could be an intelligible conversation to something that was so unrealistic and out of the question.
I would have gladly contributed to the conversation and presented what I think Clinton and Obama has working for and against them. I would have also, like my dad did brought in. It would have made my sister mad. I would have brought up some things in Obama's past that could have an effect on him like he admitted in high school experimenting with drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. Up until the start of his campaign for president he smoked, but now is kicking the habit. I would have brought up that some people like that Clinton is a woman, but many others dislike that fact and went into the reasons... My candidate of choice from the Republican side I would have brought up is Romney because my sister detests him.
I know not to talk about politics with my sister- not that I'll become upset. I can see both sides of an issue. I think it is best to face realities- it is possible the next president may be a Republican. I do however, when I am with my sister and she brings up politics put on KFI AM 640, more stimulating talk radio. They're a very extreme conservative talk station. 95% of the time I disagree with their views, but I don't mind hearing the other side of things and why these (idiots) feel the way they do. But also, when I do talk politics with her I present myself as Conservative as possible and always explain why I feel that way (even if I don't) but I try to present the other perspective. I have told her already that I endorse Romney for president (if you really want to know who I'm supporting, ask me), but I try to play the other side of the fence. I said he is a good, religious guy, I've talked about how he is good with economic issues because he was able to make the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake profitable, which is a good thing. All my sister can say is he doesn't have a true religion, and sometimes religion is bad. All George Bush does is pray.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Continuing on with Steph
Last post I promise unless something comes up that strikes my fancy.
Tonight we sat down to dinner and I told everyone about my day. I had a run-in with the principal where I work because I was causing problems again. Anyways, I am telling my story about the principal and his response; in the middle Brat interrupts and says "oh I hate that guy too" and went off telling how at the school site council meetings last year the principal always sat by her, and how she didn't like that. I don't recall it being her turn to speak. It wasn't. I never did finish my story, but that was someting that just ticked me off. It happens all the time so I'm used to it. Usually mom calls her out on this, but not this time. I just stopped telling my story and when Steph was done with hers I said, "thank you for your wonderful story we have heard 50 times before- we hear it every time I mention the principal." She said, "well I hate the guy," and she got defensive saying she had a right to tell the story. I just reminded her that I started telling about my day before her rude interruption.
This also happens when I mention just about any other thing associated with work. I say in Mrs. X's class this happened today. Steph had Mrs. X as a teacher, so Steph proceeds to jump in and say stuff like "I bet Mrs. X got really upset. She probably threw the kid out of class. I can't imagine Mrs. X doing that... etc. etc. etc." Goodness, it is my story I'm telling, not her's. It was my day, not her's. She can sit patiently and listen, ask questions AFTER I told about my dang adventure at work.
This happens a lot of other times when maybe I'll be telling a story or telling about my day and Steph was a part of it. I can't tell the full story because someone jumps in, dominates, and interrupts and then gives their version. It is not a matter of her not getting attention, it is a matter of her needing to be respectful. She gets plenty of attention. More than me in most cases I'd say because I am independent. I am a self starter. I am trustworthy. I know how to get the job done whatever it may be.
This happens all the time and I call her out on it every time. It is a matter of respect. Something she doesn't have. I know to just back off and calm down; I do when this happens. I just give a friendly reminder and leave it at that. But dang her. It pisses me off she is so ignorant, stupid, disrespectful.
Maybe she wants to be the center of attention, but it's about respect.
Tonight we sat down to dinner and I told everyone about my day. I had a run-in with the principal where I work because I was causing problems again. Anyways, I am telling my story about the principal and his response; in the middle Brat interrupts and says "oh I hate that guy too" and went off telling how at the school site council meetings last year the principal always sat by her, and how she didn't like that. I don't recall it being her turn to speak. It wasn't. I never did finish my story, but that was someting that just ticked me off. It happens all the time so I'm used to it. Usually mom calls her out on this, but not this time. I just stopped telling my story and when Steph was done with hers I said, "thank you for your wonderful story we have heard 50 times before- we hear it every time I mention the principal." She said, "well I hate the guy," and she got defensive saying she had a right to tell the story. I just reminded her that I started telling about my day before her rude interruption.
This also happens when I mention just about any other thing associated with work. I say in Mrs. X's class this happened today. Steph had Mrs. X as a teacher, so Steph proceeds to jump in and say stuff like "I bet Mrs. X got really upset. She probably threw the kid out of class. I can't imagine Mrs. X doing that... etc. etc. etc." Goodness, it is my story I'm telling, not her's. It was my day, not her's. She can sit patiently and listen, ask questions AFTER I told about my dang adventure at work.
This happens a lot of other times when maybe I'll be telling a story or telling about my day and Steph was a part of it. I can't tell the full story because someone jumps in, dominates, and interrupts and then gives their version. It is not a matter of her not getting attention, it is a matter of her needing to be respectful. She gets plenty of attention. More than me in most cases I'd say because I am independent. I am a self starter. I am trustworthy. I know how to get the job done whatever it may be.
This happens all the time and I call her out on it every time. It is a matter of respect. Something she doesn't have. I know to just back off and calm down; I do when this happens. I just give a friendly reminder and leave it at that. But dang her. It pisses me off she is so ignorant, stupid, disrespectful.
Maybe she wants to be the center of attention, but it's about respect.
Monday, October 15, 2007
A comparison of schedules
Because I feel the need to put myself on a pedestal... here's a typical week for me
Monday
6:30- get up, get dressed and ready for work, do dishes, watch news
7:30- go to work
1:30- go to school
2:00-5:00- go to school
5:30- get home and eat dinner
6:30- gym
7:30 to 10:00- homework
Tuesday
6:30 get up, get dressed and ready, do dishes, watch news, clean kitchen
7:30-2:30- work
2:30-3:30- clean around house (bathroom, hall, etc.)
4:00-5:00- school
5:30- get home and eat dinner
6:30- gym
10:00- bed
Wednesday
6:30- get up, play around on computer, watch news
7:30- drive 30 miles to internship
8:30-1:30- internship
1:30-2:00- drive to school
2:00-5:00- class
5:30- get home and eat dinner
5:30-10:00 homework
Thursday
7:10- wake up, play around on computer, watch news
7:30- drive 30 miles to internship
8:30-1:30- internship
1:30-2:00- drive home
2:00-3:30- clean and work around the house
3:30-5:30- allergy shots and dinner
10:00- bed
Friday
6:30- get up, get dressed, play around on computer, watch news
8:20- drive to MSJC for class
9:00-11:50- class
11:50-2:00- lunch and free time
2:00-5:00- class
5:00-bed- hang out with friends
Saturday and Sunday
RELAX, hang out with friends, gym
Let's look at Steph's schedule
Monday/Wednesday/Friday
5:40- get up
6:00- leave for train
6:30-7:45- commute to school via train and bus
9:00-4:00- classes with 3, 1 hour breaks during the day
4:00-5:30- go home on train
5:30- get home and eat dinner
5:30-11:30 or later- sitting in front of TV, computer
Tuesday/Thursday
11:00a.m. or later- get up
11:00a.m.-9:30p.m. sit, eat, play on computer, watch tv
9:30p.m.- there is a mad dash to do homework
11:30p.m. or so- bed
Weekends
10:00-11:00a.m.- Wake upsome homework
2:00a.m. or later- bed
No gym, yet my dad offers to take her, no driving everywhere, no cleaning. I check on Steph all the time just to see what she isn't doing and she is always sitting there in front of the computer doing timewasting stuff and playing around. In matter of fact, whenever I call home to ask what she has done during the day, and she's more than glad to tell me NOTHING. Add to this the fact that she has to be told to go to bed, brush her teeth, and stuff like that. Add to this the fact that she never wants to go out with the family or do anything family related like going shopping as a family, Disneyland, Knotts, stuff like that. Fun stuff, no? Problem? Yes. I think so.
Monday
6:30- get up, get dressed and ready for work, do dishes, watch news
7:30- go to work
1:30- go to school
2:00-5:00- go to school
5:30- get home and eat dinner
6:30- gym
7:30 to 10:00- homework
Tuesday
6:30 get up, get dressed and ready, do dishes, watch news, clean kitchen
7:30-2:30- work
2:30-3:30- clean around house (bathroom, hall, etc.)
4:00-5:00- school
5:30- get home and eat dinner
6:30- gym
10:00- bed
Wednesday
6:30- get up, play around on computer, watch news
7:30- drive 30 miles to internship
8:30-1:30- internship
1:30-2:00- drive to school
2:00-5:00- class
5:30- get home and eat dinner
5:30-10:00 homework
Thursday
7:10- wake up, play around on computer, watch news
7:30- drive 30 miles to internship
8:30-1:30- internship
1:30-2:00- drive home
2:00-3:30- clean and work around the house
3:30-5:30- allergy shots and dinner
10:00- bed
Friday
6:30- get up, get dressed, play around on computer, watch news
8:20- drive to MSJC for class
9:00-11:50- class
11:50-2:00- lunch and free time
2:00-5:00- class
5:00-bed- hang out with friends
Saturday and Sunday
RELAX, hang out with friends, gym
Let's look at Steph's schedule
Monday/Wednesday/Friday
5:40- get up
6:00- leave for train
6:30-7:45- commute to school via train and bus
9:00-4:00- classes with 3, 1 hour breaks during the day
4:00-5:30- go home on train
5:30- get home and eat dinner
5:30-11:30 or later- sitting in front of TV, computer
Tuesday/Thursday
11:00a.m. or later- get up
11:00a.m.-9:30p.m. sit, eat, play on computer, watch tv
9:30p.m.- there is a mad dash to do homework
11:30p.m. or so- bed
Weekends
10:00-11:00a.m.- Wake upsome homework
2:00a.m. or later- bed
No gym, yet my dad offers to take her, no driving everywhere, no cleaning. I check on Steph all the time just to see what she isn't doing and she is always sitting there in front of the computer doing timewasting stuff and playing around. In matter of fact, whenever I call home to ask what she has done during the day, and she's more than glad to tell me NOTHING. Add to this the fact that she has to be told to go to bed, brush her teeth, and stuff like that. Add to this the fact that she never wants to go out with the family or do anything family related like going shopping as a family, Disneyland, Knotts, stuff like that. Fun stuff, no? Problem? Yes. I think so.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Week in review --- Round 2
THIS WEEK WAS CRAZY!!!!
Saturday: We celebrated Steph's birthday at TGI Fridays. It was good. I had the potato skins appetizer, theh bruschetta chicken, and Cinnabon cheesecake. Saturday night I went over to my friend's house to have him reinstall Windows on my computer.
Sunday: Went grocery shopping with my dad and got a much needed haircut. Then I went back over to my friend's house to have install Microsoft Office since he offered and so it was fun hanging out. We hung out most of the day.
Monday: I took the day off work. I NEEDED TO. I had so much going on, I needed a day to get caught up. I had a dentist appointment with the orthodontist. He basically said I need to have my jaw broken if I want to fix the whole bite issue I have. My top teeth lie directly on top of my bottom, which shouldn't be the case and was fixed with the braces. The idiot orthodontist at Hospitality Dental failed to monitor my mouth closely enough and so now to correct the problem would mean the need to have my jaw broken and going back into braces. NO.
Tuesday: I went back to work. I had taken off since last Wednesday. My coworker who everyone was having issues with was fired. She didn't go out without a fight and is trying to create problems now. It was a good day overall at work.
Tuesday night I hung out with my friend Steve who fixed my computer the other night. We watched Reaper on the CW. I got home at about 11p.m.
Wednesday: Went to work, but left early. Came home and tried to make a decision on the internship. I couldn't get in contact with the person at the high ranking official's office. I delayed making a decision. Wednesday night I stayed home and chatted online with friends.
Thursday: Went to work from 7:50-10:50. I left early again. Then I came home and sat up a new router for our computers to get on the internet wirelessly. YAY. It didn't work, so I called Steve since he is into all this technical stuff. He told me to bring the router over, he configured it, did all the dirty work, and then we hung out for a couple hours. I left, went and got allergy shots, then had dinner with dad and Steph at Burger King. Got gas for $2.79 at Food4Less and got a call from Steve at that time asking if I wanted to come over and play a new computer game he got. I said sure. Drove back over to his house- 30 miles away or 40-45 minutes. I brought lots of snacks- Chips Ahoy, ice cream, stuff like that. We played until 11:00p.m. and I was getting very tired since I've been getting so little sleep. Got home at 11:45p.m. and went right to bed.
Friday: Got up at 8:00a.m. this morning and went to MJSC for my music class. I like that class- the kids in it are nice- lots of boyfriends and girlfriends taking the class together. There is an older guy Randy in the class who says he can hook me up with a job at UPS after I graduate if I want. Definitely going to get to know him better for that. We got out early because the teacher decided to make our test a take home test. We got out at 11:00a.m. instead of 11:50.
I used that extra time to rush to UCR to pick up my parking permit, went home, fiddled with the router, decided to take the political internship mainly because it is closer to home and I am never home as it is. I ate lunch, showered, then turned right around to go back to UCR for my first class at 2:00p.m.
Just got out of my first class- human sexuality and reproduction. It sounds like a lot of work. Typical lower division lots of work class. There are 3 tests, 6 quizzes, random attendance checks for points, 1 big final project, points for attending the discussion every week. Ugh.
I have an hour break until my Spanish class. YAY!!! I don't like the fact the class is from 4-5p.m., but oh well. It is alright. I like the professor- I have had him for the past 3 quarters, so I know him well. He is an easy grader. He likes me. We're cool like that. I think I'm going to try and get a letter of recommendation from him at the end of this quarter. Don't think he gets many requests, but he is my professor I know the best, but his English is very limited. We'll see.
I just hate the fact of having a late class (anything after 3) and getting home later than everyone else in the family. This is going to mean me changing my eating schedule a little. We usually eat dinner at 4:30 at home, so I want dinner at 4:30. I am going to have to wait until at least 5:30. I may try to eat lunch later to deal with that. I want lunch at 11:00a.m. though, so maybe lots of unhealthy snacks in between.
This weekend will be consist of calming down, sorting through everything, getting back into school mode, sleeping, and buying a day planner.
Saturday: We celebrated Steph's birthday at TGI Fridays. It was good. I had the potato skins appetizer, theh bruschetta chicken, and Cinnabon cheesecake. Saturday night I went over to my friend's house to have him reinstall Windows on my computer.
Sunday: Went grocery shopping with my dad and got a much needed haircut. Then I went back over to my friend's house to have install Microsoft Office since he offered and so it was fun hanging out. We hung out most of the day.
Monday: I took the day off work. I NEEDED TO. I had so much going on, I needed a day to get caught up. I had a dentist appointment with the orthodontist. He basically said I need to have my jaw broken if I want to fix the whole bite issue I have. My top teeth lie directly on top of my bottom, which shouldn't be the case and was fixed with the braces. The idiot orthodontist at Hospitality Dental failed to monitor my mouth closely enough and so now to correct the problem would mean the need to have my jaw broken and going back into braces. NO.
Tuesday: I went back to work. I had taken off since last Wednesday. My coworker who everyone was having issues with was fired. She didn't go out without a fight and is trying to create problems now. It was a good day overall at work.
Tuesday night I hung out with my friend Steve who fixed my computer the other night. We watched Reaper on the CW. I got home at about 11p.m.
Wednesday: Went to work, but left early. Came home and tried to make a decision on the internship. I couldn't get in contact with the person at the high ranking official's office. I delayed making a decision. Wednesday night I stayed home and chatted online with friends.
Thursday: Went to work from 7:50-10:50. I left early again. Then I came home and sat up a new router for our computers to get on the internet wirelessly. YAY. It didn't work, so I called Steve since he is into all this technical stuff. He told me to bring the router over, he configured it, did all the dirty work, and then we hung out for a couple hours. I left, went and got allergy shots, then had dinner with dad and Steph at Burger King. Got gas for $2.79 at Food4Less and got a call from Steve at that time asking if I wanted to come over and play a new computer game he got. I said sure. Drove back over to his house- 30 miles away or 40-45 minutes. I brought lots of snacks- Chips Ahoy, ice cream, stuff like that. We played until 11:00p.m. and I was getting very tired since I've been getting so little sleep. Got home at 11:45p.m. and went right to bed.
Friday: Got up at 8:00a.m. this morning and went to MJSC for my music class. I like that class- the kids in it are nice- lots of boyfriends and girlfriends taking the class together. There is an older guy Randy in the class who says he can hook me up with a job at UPS after I graduate if I want. Definitely going to get to know him better for that. We got out early because the teacher decided to make our test a take home test. We got out at 11:00a.m. instead of 11:50.
I used that extra time to rush to UCR to pick up my parking permit, went home, fiddled with the router, decided to take the political internship mainly because it is closer to home and I am never home as it is. I ate lunch, showered, then turned right around to go back to UCR for my first class at 2:00p.m.
Just got out of my first class- human sexuality and reproduction. It sounds like a lot of work. Typical lower division lots of work class. There are 3 tests, 6 quizzes, random attendance checks for points, 1 big final project, points for attending the discussion every week. Ugh.
I have an hour break until my Spanish class. YAY!!! I don't like the fact the class is from 4-5p.m., but oh well. It is alright. I like the professor- I have had him for the past 3 quarters, so I know him well. He is an easy grader. He likes me. We're cool like that. I think I'm going to try and get a letter of recommendation from him at the end of this quarter. Don't think he gets many requests, but he is my professor I know the best, but his English is very limited. We'll see.
I just hate the fact of having a late class (anything after 3) and getting home later than everyone else in the family. This is going to mean me changing my eating schedule a little. We usually eat dinner at 4:30 at home, so I want dinner at 4:30. I am going to have to wait until at least 5:30. I may try to eat lunch later to deal with that. I want lunch at 11:00a.m. though, so maybe lots of unhealthy snacks in between.
This weekend will be consist of calming down, sorting through everything, getting back into school mode, sleeping, and buying a day planner.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
My week
I really want to start updating my blog since I have a lot to say, so I think I'll start with a weekly update about what I did each week. We'll see how that goes.
Monday: Went to work. All started off well. A coworker and I had some personality conflicts. I didn't want to deal with her, so I took off early after giving her a piece of my mind. She didn't like what I had to say, but I don't care. Just because there is "lead" in your job title doesn't mean anything to me. It doesn't mean you can get out of doing everything everyone else does like clocking in and out. The problem has been dealt with somewhat and will be in the coming days. It's sad that I'm the only one of my coworkers who had the balls to say anything about it. I was told several times from the coworker this week I am on bitch mode. I am, bring it on, bitch.
Had a dentist appointment. I hate the dentist, but survived. No cavities, but I do need to see another orthodontist on Monday since the dentist thinks I have a lot of tooth crowding. NO BRACES AGAIN. I REFUSE.
Tuesday: Went to work again, the gym, and some other stuff.
Wednesday: Had a lunch date with a good friend. We had Chipotle and hung out. Also got approved to substitute and had 18 calls Wednesday night to substitute.
Thursday: Got my sub ID badge, helped my mom's friend at her school, then had a date Thursday night with someone I recently met. Went to Chevy's Mexican Restaurant, talked, then walked around the mall afterwards talking. It went great- good conversation and it was continuous.
Friday: Had my music class from 9-12p.m. at Mt. San Jacinto College. I love the drive down there on the freeway- it is 30 miles away. I can get there in 23 minutes and you're constantly moving, so the drive goes by fast. Whereas when I'm going to UCR, which is about 10 miles away here in town I go through 14 stop signs, several stop lights, and it can take 25 minutes or more. Then I came home and dealt with Dell Tech Support and spent 7 hours on the phone. I was not a happy camper. Last night was karaoke night with friends from high school. That was tooooooooooooooooooooooooo fun.
Steph missed her train home from school yesterday. Oh well... she did make it home...
Saturday: Today we're celebrating my Steph's birthday because she's not feeling as sick today. She has been sick for the past 2 weeks or so. She is 18. That's scary.
Monday: Went to work. All started off well. A coworker and I had some personality conflicts. I didn't want to deal with her, so I took off early after giving her a piece of my mind. She didn't like what I had to say, but I don't care. Just because there is "lead" in your job title doesn't mean anything to me. It doesn't mean you can get out of doing everything everyone else does like clocking in and out. The problem has been dealt with somewhat and will be in the coming days. It's sad that I'm the only one of my coworkers who had the balls to say anything about it. I was told several times from the coworker this week I am on bitch mode. I am, bring it on, bitch.
Had a dentist appointment. I hate the dentist, but survived. No cavities, but I do need to see another orthodontist on Monday since the dentist thinks I have a lot of tooth crowding. NO BRACES AGAIN. I REFUSE.
Tuesday: Went to work again, the gym, and some other stuff.
Wednesday: Had a lunch date with a good friend. We had Chipotle and hung out. Also got approved to substitute and had 18 calls Wednesday night to substitute.
Thursday: Got my sub ID badge, helped my mom's friend at her school, then had a date Thursday night with someone I recently met. Went to Chevy's Mexican Restaurant, talked, then walked around the mall afterwards talking. It went great- good conversation and it was continuous.
Friday: Had my music class from 9-12p.m. at Mt. San Jacinto College. I love the drive down there on the freeway- it is 30 miles away. I can get there in 23 minutes and you're constantly moving, so the drive goes by fast. Whereas when I'm going to UCR, which is about 10 miles away here in town I go through 14 stop signs, several stop lights, and it can take 25 minutes or more. Then I came home and dealt with Dell Tech Support and spent 7 hours on the phone. I was not a happy camper. Last night was karaoke night with friends from high school. That was tooooooooooooooooooooooooo fun.
Steph missed her train home from school yesterday. Oh well... she did make it home...
Saturday: Today we're celebrating my Steph's birthday because she's not feeling as sick today. She has been sick for the past 2 weeks or so. She is 18. That's scary.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
My sister graduated
She graduated yesterday and I can't believe it. I don't think she is ready for the real world. I also can't believe things are going to change... she's no longer in high school. She will be going to college. I won't be driving her to school anymore. I refuse.
Anyways, the ceremony was alright. It was 95 degrees and we were in the school football stadium. There was a slight breeze at times, which helped. I arrived 2 hours early with my cousin Danielle to get good seats. They were good front row seats. We sat around talking about random school and family stuff. Then my dad and mom arrived about 4:10. The ceremony began at 5. My aunt and uncle (on my dad's side) arrived about 5:15. They were coming from LA and hit traffic.
The ceremony was short. 643 seniors and all their names were read and all the graduation speeches in an hour and 21 minutes. It was kind of sad to be in the stands where we were so far from the graduates. Also, we were in the direct sunlight, so not sure we got great pictures. We'll buy the pictures of her walking across the stage and getting her diploma.
We went to TGI Fridays with the family afterward. We sat around eating and talking for over 2 hours. It was quite fun and good to catch up on family stuff and just talking.
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